Jesus Christmas Poems | Examples
These Jesus Christmas poems are examples of Christmas poems about Jesus. These are the best examples of Christmas Jesus poems written by international poets.
snow fallling hot tea a warm fire
a christmas song with words that inspire
A sad time for children in foreign parts
that have no Target stores to be lost and found in.
Sad for inflatable Santa's gunned down by B.B pellets.
For all the children, pets and reindeer that do not make
the last fuzzy bit of the six p.m. news.
I’m working on my happiness, not forcing anything,
being considerate
to people and their wrong opinions -
it’s what the baby Jesus would want.
In the stores, I avoid Christmas music by singing
badly and loudly.
I love the sights of Christmastime
from manger scenes to mistletoe.
Sweet, joyous sounds pervade the air
from "Praise the Lord" to "HO HO HO!"
I give to those who are in need,
for God says, "Love your fellow man."
Then when I shop for family,
I buy them every gift I can.
The carolers and choirs perform
"O Holy Night" and "We Three Kings,"
while celebrants in living rooms
sing tunes about what Santa brings.
A prayer precedes our Christmas feast;
the smorgasbord brings great delight.
The kids soon snuggle near the fire
enrapt as Dad starts, "'Twas the Night . . . “
This season is a splendid time
that bears a special, holy name,
so as I smile through "Jingle Bells,"
I won't forget why Jesus came.
He came for humanity's sake,
Preaching love, not disunity's ache.
A pillar strong, a tower high,
He healed the oppressed, the devil's sigh.
Declared his fate, arrest, and death,
Yet on the third day, he'd find new breath.
Conquering death, the world's despair,
He arose, putting shame to crafty snare.
No need for evidence to quell my doubt,
My conviction stands, unwavering without.
Fully persuaded, I declare his might,
Resurrection's victory, hope's radiant light.
children look into the night sky and see with their hearts
pure like dogs, and this was one of those nights
child and puppy expect to see Jesus peering down at them
their angels smile at their faith, remembering them in heaven
they make Christmas real; children and puppies
without christ, christmas feels so small
lights are bright but that's not all
a tree can't hold the weight of love
without that star shining above
it's not just dinners, gifts, or cheer
there's something bigger drawing near
a baby born in a quiet place
bringing hope to every face
take him out, it all feels thin
like a song without a meaning within
but with christ, it's clear and true
a light that shines in all we do
Where's that Bethlehem?
I toiled hard to find out that
It's right in my heart.
What trembling light,
what quiver of eternity
gleamed in the shepherds' eyes,
unaware heralds of an hour
that would shatter time
like a vessel overflowing with heaven.
You wish for the transparency
of that intact heart,
naked of pride and fear,
to draw close to the threshold
of the cave,
where the earth breathes
the miracle that overshadows it.
You long for eyes of crystalline wonder,
pure as the first morning,
to seize the whisper
that transforms the world,
the silent song
that illuminates every distance.
You yearn for trembling lips,
almost like dawn,
to stammer the name
that fills and dissolves everything,
while the star keeps watch,
high, invincible,
above the abyss of time.
Yet that moment belonged
only to the shepherds,
the first fruits of the waiting
of all humanity.
History will not return,
but a threshold remains open,
and if you come much later,
it does not matter:
the mystery awaits.
It is enough to make your heart
another manger,
a womb of silence,
where the Infinite
may be incarnated again.
The Days
In the quiet days,
between Christmas...
and the New Year
there are tears of joy,
and loss combined
together.
Some welcome what is to come.
Others are afraid of what will be.
God is the only truth that shines,
through all the time-s,
both good,
and bad.
Goodbye, yesterday,
hello to tomorrow...
a face without sorrow,
a race to start again
and win.
The light shines in the morning,
and the moon is bright in the night.
Whisper goodbye with a sigh
and eat apple pie
one piece at time,
and all will be fine.
An eastern icicle seems to impose
as it's dripping down a church tower bell.
Bitter cold made bell and ice juxtapose,
as frost took its toll, now no one can tell.
No galloping horse and no rebel cry
amidst drifting snows now resting calmly.
Yet not quite so, with kid's natural high,
cast snowballs up, with their spirits jolly.
A target shred reveals a silver bell.
Gone are their folly, just eyes frozen stare.
The front doors open. A priest says, Noel,
to all of the kids who were gathered there.
Merry Christmas all, have fun while you play.
I'll see you at mass for Jesus' birthday.
The world was charged with the atmosphere
Of love and warmth as Christmas drew near
Greeting each other across the globe
From country to country, from home to home
WhatsApp and SMS and mobile phones
Tik-Toks and emails and others, who knows
Wishing peace and wishing joy
Sending hugs in a loving call
‘Tis the season that sends through
His message that He came for you!
Beyond the greetings and the tree
Beyond the warmth we may feel
Eternal love laid down His life
Offered a Gift that none would die
A Gift that pardons man his sin
To live among us, to help us win
Re-uniting God and man!
To overcome the devil’s plan.
Who can separate us now?
Who can come against His love?
It’s time to ponder on these things
The Christmas wonder as it brings
How God and man can reconcile
Through Jesus Christ; His sacrifice
Who gives His Spirit to live inside
To teach us how to pray and fight.
Christ from Christmas to the Cross
Love that came to save the lost.
Oh, what marvel-who can tell?
God with us, Emmanuel!
The tree looked magnificently gaudy
I gave and received some off beat gifts
some wanted others highly inappropriate
we gorged on strange dips and orange chocolate.
Wishing you a happy birthday, tinseled Jesus
now blow out those candles into your wish.
The world sings Your praise
Says You were born in a stable
To where a bright star showed the way
To wanderers of the desert
They sing carols and make new ones
Year after year every Christmas
All that is nice and sweet to hear
But Lord I have another reason
To sing out aloud
The greatness of Yours
I am no Christian by birth
Neither have I lent my ears
To missionaries who preach
And invite the world to their feuding folds
My country had a leader
Whom Your life influenced
And he put what he knew of You into practice
To free us from perilous bondage
Made us truly recognize
How You chimed with our ancient nascence
He is the Father Of Our Nation
None else in the world I think
Had the strong conviction he had
That Your teachings can be PRACTISED
My country therefore owes a lot
To You, Jesus Christ,
And to You we truly belong
Oh, guide us Divine Light
And illumine the world
Let us celebrate Christmas
To usher in an era of peace
In which the whole creation can rejoice
Unbound, without fetters and barriers
In the bosom of true Christ Consciousness
Undifferentiated Oneness
One written gift
for Santa, left beneath
the tree -- a scribble of
a sorts~ bad punctuation,
mixed lower and upper
case rhyme -- but it was the
place left that meant the world,
alongside a crayon heart
drawn by a little girl
who only wanted to
say: I love you, in her
own special way. Merry
Christmas also to Mrs.
Clause, and all the deer
and elves. And a blanket
for baby Jesus.
Christmas
What does it mean? The Birth of Jesus Christ for Christians
For the Christians, but not for all – drink, party, and more
Holiday, gift-giving, glittering illusions – where is the love?
Far, so far. Maybe He ran away and is afraid of people
Yes. No, oh no. We are the highest creatures! Humanoids!
Free will be given to the selfish ego, hmm; just our love
‘This is not true.’ Said Master. ‘Look around, don’t be rude.
So many people are helpful, their heart is open and pure,
Just be loveful, silent, friendly, honest, peaceful; comes love.’
Said Master. Yeah. Master is right—objective perfect mind.
‘Judge not, lest you be judged! Love your neighbor as yourself.’
Said Master. ‘And do not think always about yourself.’ Said Master
‘Blessed are the poor in spirit.’
Said Master
Yes, love is poor
Said Master